Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 16:51:20 -0800 (PST)
From: jahdac
Subject: Joe's experience - TG
As I walked towards the modern house it wasn't quite what I had
expected. Joe had worked in an old Victorian house which was rather run
down; paint peeling on the outside, weeds in the frontage and a wild hedge
that blocked the view of its large bay windows from the street.
I was extremely uneasy about doing this. Scared. Joe was my only experience
with a prostitute and she had been more like a girlfriend.
I had met her in a London Hotel. "A hundred quid darling is my starting fee
and that's for an hour", she said, dismissing my invitation as a time
wasting. She had quite a lot of make-up on and smelt over- powering with
perfume, but her face was sweet and her black dress was clingy but not
tarty.
I was surprised how calm I felt. Her childish look and smallish features
helped. "That's my fee darling. Staying here?", she enquired.
"Yep. Fifth floor, number 538". I wasn't sure what to say, I was just keen
to get moving, there were plenty of people around who possibly knew me.
"I'll give you thirty minutes, but I want the money on entry", she
demanded.
The session turned out to be much better than I thought. She stayed for
well over two hours at my request and I really hadn't had sex like it
before. She gave me her working address and I eventually went to see on a
number of occasions and we even met for lunch occasionally.
About four months later I asked her a question that I was really nervous
about. I had put it off last time but I considered if this relationship was
to serve me then my full fantasy demanded more than just sex. I had long
fantasized about being feminised by another women, but apart from reading
about it could never imagine actually going through with it. My wife and
previous girlfriends would have surely thought I was some kind of gay wimp
and left me on the spot. The effect it could have had on my career would
have been immeasurable.
"What do you think about men who like dressing up as women?", I asked,
gritting my teeth in case she laughed. I was close enough to her now, to
care about her thoughts. She replied quickly and without flinching
"I've tried a few times darling, but I've got to admit I'm not much good at
it." I was instantly deflated as I was hoping she would give me more
encouragement and at least suggest we attempt something. "Don't get me
wrong. We can have a go, I'm sure it will be a bit of fun, but I've got
none of the stuff you need, I'm sure you'll be disappointed".
I was disappointed. I only wanted to try a bit of make-up and somehow,
after the big build-up, I had felt let down. My face must have shown my
feelings. "Hey I just don't want you to waste your time, but I've got an
answer. I know a place that is really excellent for kinky stuff, if you
want that sort of stuff they'll do you a treat."
I still felt I wanted to end our relationship immediately. I couldn't see
how we could operate now we had had the conversation, but she at least
looked unaffected. "What sort of thing do you fantasize?", she went on.
"It doesn't matter, forget I ever asked", I whined.
"Oh come on, Donna I've heard is brilliant, please, you will love it", she
enthused as she discussed her idea.
I explained how I wanted to be forced to be dress up as a women, but in
particular, the make-up would have to forcefully applied and I quite liked
the idea of then screwing a lesbian (or at least a women who found a bloke
dressed up as a women a turn-on). I gave her more details and she told me
she would sort it.
Donna apparently was a professional. At £500 for the afternoon she had
better be an expert I thought. She was meant to be a bit tough and the
whole fantasy would be acted on arrival, so I wasn't to start any chatty
conversations on arrival. From the moment I entered the door I would be
treated as a slave who had been caught and was going to be used for their
pleasure.
I was scared. I didn't know how to indicate that I had had enough during
the fantasy. What if it went too far, or I wasn't enjoying it. I would
have turned away, but Joe had gone to a lot of trouble.
I knocked on the door. I heard the sound of feet echoing along a wooden
floor and the door opening. An attractive tall blond hair women open the
door. She was wearing a red dress and high-heeled red shoes. Long red
fingernails and dark red lipstick. She stared through me and pointed up the
hall.
"Into the room", she snapped. I walked past her; my heart was racing,
almost wanting to run away. Another smaller girl was in the room. Dressed
very formally in a doctors outfit with white coat and professional glasses
which defied her age. She would have passed as the real thing apart from
her liberally applied make-up. She had a blond bob and was rather busty.
"Right you will be converted into a women for use by our customer. Any
disobedience will be punished with this instrument". At which point she
plunged the metal prod (which was connected to a power point) against my
hand and shocked me. It was very uncomfortable and made my hand numb and
then feel like I had pins and needles.
"Hey steady, nobody said about a bloody prod", I shouted. I couldn't
believe the cheek of the women, I had told Joe I wasn't into massive
dominance although play-acting would be fine; this was far too serious.
She prod me on the other hand and said, "shut-up and get your clothes off".
I did it. I wasn't going to turn into one of those sissies who start
begging. I told Joe to make sure she told them I didn't want any hair
removed or dildos up arses etc. If they tried to push that one I was out.
I took my clothes off and I put on suspenders, stockings, shoes; I was
amazed how well they fitted. I immediately felt weak. It was psychological
and I tried to fight the feeling. The high heel shoes stretched out my
muscles and made my legs feel quite feminine. I was fitted with false tits
and bra and then had tight corset applied. It took several minutes to get
the effect they were after. At the end, the reduced waist and the false
tits looked realistic and then with the short red dress I looked
unbelievely sexy (if not a bit too tall). They then spent a long time
whilst a blond wig with shoulder length hair was attached to my head.
The plan seemed to be fitting back into place as the women went about
transforming me. I looked in the mirror and I could not believe how well
the clothes fitted me and the hair looked unbelievably realistic. The face
though, was of a bloke and the changing of that was what I was excited
about. To the women's credit they also were doing a convincing job of going
about their business, although I still failed to understand why one was
dressed up as a doctor.
Donna grabbed me from behind and pushed me. I felt strange on the shoes I
had been provided and had to bend my knees slightly and push my ass out to
keep balance. "Come this way", the doctor said.
We went to another room that looked a lot more like a dentist's theatre. A
large black chair was at the centre of the room with all kinds of gadgets
attached to it. There we steel bars at head height and other locks for arms
and legs. This was a professional set-up and was very intimidating. If I
was going to be forced, I guess this was what I had paid for.
I sat down and I felt my arm and legs get locked to the chair. My first
unnerving shock though was the bars I had to squeeze my head between to lay
back in the chair. A metal, leather padded concave plated supported my
head. Two thin metal clamps were pulled out and then screwed tight against
the sides of my head. In the mirror across from me I could hardly make them
out as my blond hair flowed over them, but they restricted my head movement
from side to side. I felt my cock get hard immediately.
I tried to move my head but it would only move backwards and forwards on
two runners. I realised the clamps we connected to two wheels that were
connected to two metal runners. As I pushed my head back again I came in
contact with the leather plate at the back of my head.
A metal plate, with beige soft material was then place under my chin and
the end was extended so two small metal claws just lipped over the bottom
of my chin to gain a firm grip. With the clamps holding my head, the chin
plate forced my mouth completely shut. I still had freedom to move back and
forth although this seemed to be denied when the doctor tightened a screw
above my head. My head was completely locked. I looked directly in the
mirror and apart from the claws petruding about half an inch up from the
bottom of chins, it was hard to see how my head was being held so firmly in
place. My hands, legs and torso were firmly held and I felt completely
rigid and exposed.
The doctor left the room for a couple of minutes and came back with what
appeared to be an array of make-up. 'Here-goes', I thought. I stared again
in the mirror and started to admire my hair. Although I felt very strange
being so tightly held in place, I was very excited about the experience
about to unfold.
They spent a while shaving my beard close (despite the fact I had already
done this). They applied foundation liberally and spent a long time trying
to get an even colour. The doctor eventually moved away and I must admit it
was hard to recognise me from the mirror, I looked more like a ghost.
The doctor then drew some lines on my brows and put on blusher. The loose
power flicked into my eyes and the inability not to move a muscle suddenly
shocked me. I tried to tell the doctor but it came out as a muffled
grunt. By my rapid blinking, she knew the problem and blew into my eyes as
some kind of consolation.
The blusher made me look human again, and changed my face in to something
more rounded and feminine.
They then went work on my eyes. I decided to blink to make it hard for
them. Donna just stretched over and held my lid as several colour were
applied. The eyeliner was then carefully applied and Donna held my eyes
wide open while the doctor carefully painted. She smudged the effect. They
both regularly looked intensely at me to ensure they had achieved the
perfection they were looking for. It surprised me how studious they were
given that the mirror was at least six feet way and the detail would be
hard to pick up from where I sat.
Mascara was applied and then combed through. Again my eyes were forced open
to allow my lashes to be stroked. My eyes were beginning to feel slightly
heavier with all of the tugging and the newly applied make-up. They went to
work on my lips. I found I could squeeze them tight stopping them applying
the lipstick properly. The doctor turned a screw that pulled my jaw down
forcing my lips apart. Whilst I struggled it was quite painful against my
chin. I soon relaxed leaving my mouth ajar to their satisfaction.
They then put on lip pencil and lipstick and then gloss and sealer. The
doctor blew on my lips to encourage them to dry. She then applied more
mascara and a little more pencil. All the time she treated me like a
painter's picture, just finishing the final touches. The doctor moved away
and I was astonished by my looks. I was really sexy and the lips and eyes
were not my own. I was very turned-on just by looking at myself. I tried
closing and opening my eyes slowly and noted the swishing of my highlighted
eyes and large lashes.
They put on long earrings and put hair spray on my hair making it stand out
slightly. I look quite attractive.
The doctor loosened another screw and I was again free to open and close my
mouth. She also loosen the bolt on top of my head allowing me to move my
head backwards and forwards. I wasn't sure why I wasn't being taken out of
the contraption at that moment, but the new freedom was gladly received.
The women both left the room.
A few minutes passed and I heard some talk outside. A mans voice, I was
sure. My heart started beating again. What the fucks a man doing in here, I
was told that this would be completely private.
"She is beautify and you have got twenty minutes. You've used it before and
no funny stuff just the head okay". I could hear Donna say. I didn't
understand what was going on.
The man walked in. He was a stocky middle-aged man in underpants and a tee
shirt. He had a large neck and big hands and firm face. He must have been
about 45ish and looked very confident (as if he had seen somebody like me
before).
"What's going on here?", I shouted "what do you want?"
He smiled in a cool, curious way and came close to me to look at my
face. He looked approvingly and felt my hair.
"Shut the fuck up, I've paid good money for you so I don't want you fucking
moaning all the way through this session", he said coldly with a scowl.
"I'm a client, I don't want .. ahh". He'd plunged the prod against my hand
and took my breath away. I was quite stunned. I started to feel mildly
faint as I realised that this was going badly wrong and I was trapped.
"Make anymore noise and you get this in the bollocks" he said. I couldn't
speak as I was in shock anyway.
He pulled around a purpose-designed seat that was linked by a swivel arm to
the back of my chair head level. The seat rested next to the two runners
that allowed my fixed head to move backwards and forwards. He got up on to
the chair and was sitting right in front of me. His feet were on my arm
rests and his black pants were staring me in the face. He sat above me
looking at my face turning himself on.
I suddenly worked out the deal, but somehow I was just too frightened to do
anything. Every part of my body was trapped. He start turning screws by my
jaw and the claws opened my month wider, he then fixed them in place. My
mouth was quite uncomfortably wide open but I tried to relax to ease the
pain. He pulled down his pants and then I saw the erect penis. The male
smell entered my nostrals as he pulled his foreskin back and forth to
achieve a larger erection. I tried to move my head away and was slightly
relieved as it slid back from the smell along the runners to the leather
plate at the back of the chair.
He did not bother about me at first as he worked on his cock, although his
intense staring at me was very unsettling. He then stretched over to get a
squeezy bottle with a protruding spout and sprayed some of the contents
into my open mouth. It was a bittery sour taste but immediately made me
salivate uncontrollably. I then felt my head move forward as he held his
positioned cock. It entered my open mouth but it touched my tongue and went
back out again. He readjusted the screws and forced my mouth around his
cock but just far apart from stopping my teeth rubbing on it. I tried to
move my tongue away from his cock but my head was pushed from behind
forcing it to rub against the tip. My lips sealed midway down his
shaft. The taste was strong as his cock mixed with my saliva. As he
withdrew saliva ran out of my mouth lubricating his cock. He moved my head
slowly back and forth and I could feel him getting bigger. He looked at me
intensely as he moved my head.
"Move your eye lash up and down you bitch", he said. I didn't know why but
I did. It seemed to make him move my head slightly quicker.
For a while I got used to the movement although I noticed as he was getting
bigger and the tip was getting nearer the back of my throat that meant I
had to regulate my breathing with his rhythm. I tried to relax my neck
muscles to ensure they didn't ache. For a while I started to concentrate on
the experience as the initial shock slightly subsided. His cock was
surprisingly hot and the throbbing was noticeable within it. A kind of
moan and sharp in-take of breath occasionally joined the rhythm. He moved
his cock around regularly to rub different parts of my mouth but seemed
keener to push along my tongue towards the back of my throat.
He then without warning changed his pace and started to push harder and
more frequently against me. This unbelievebly made him harder again and I
could feel the force of his erection push towards the roof of my throat .He
started to moan and breath in time with his rhythm. Occasionally he would
shout.
"Look at me you bitch". The force of the pushing was now becoming very
unpleasant. I felt like I was going to be sick each push and struggled to
find breath. The deep blowing and sucking I was doing seem to be adding to
his excitement. The speed of my head was over two beats a second for some
minutes. I was nearly blanking out when he suddenly stopped.
"Stop fucking breathing, don't move", he ordered as the rhythm stopped. I
was so out of breath that I had to breath-in strongly. He quickly pushed my
head away and removed his throbbing cock.
"Fucking stop I said", he scream and he took deep breaths as I realised he
was trying sustain his orgasm. He then moved my head slow towards him
again and I felt the burning hot cock enter my sore month. This time he
moved it very slowly. I could feel it throbbing hard. He stopped and then
moved it again. Then he got faster and stopped again. I barely breathed and
tried to keep my tongue out of the way.
"When I rub your ear I want you to lick the end, but stop as soon as I stop
do you understand?" he asked.
I wasn't quite sure what he meant at first, but I complied. He rubbed my
ear and I moved my tongue against his cock. He soon took his thumb away
shouting, "stop!". He waited and continued again. He repeated and groaned
each time taking breath in sharply each time.
For a while I hadn't looked at him, as he seemed to concentrate on his
orgasm. I suddenly looked up at his face and he looked at my face and then
started pumping slowly and then faster and quite hard but deep again. The
rhythm was jerky and I felt him push very hard against me. His cock went
deep inside my mouth and held it in. I tried to pull back to breathe but
was held tight forcing me to suck hard and gag strongly against his
cock. The effect was immediate has he let out a huge moan. I felt the rush
of spunk go up his shaft. He pushed hard as the stuff spurted down my
throat. The reaction caused me to suck harder, which in turn caused him to
sigh loudly again. More was provided until he withdrew my head slightly and
pumped more into my mouth. He tried to completely unload the contents for
some time. Eventually the penis start to shrink and he withdrew and got off
the chair completely satisfied.